Page 63 of Cookie: Part One
“You were supposed to be sleep!” I groan and he chuckles dragging me from under the covers and on top of him.
“Hov can I vhen my voman is staring so intently at me?!” he kisses me and even though I don’t want to, I melt.His woman?! Ahhhh!!!
“You… you could have at least pretended you were asleep until I got up to pee,” I murmur and he hugs me tighter, kissing my head, massaging my scalp.
“Next time. I promise.”
“Sure, sure.” I lay on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, and noticing it’s so smooth in comparison to Alik’s.
“Hov are you feeling?” he sits up as I straddle him.
“Fine.”
“Are you sure?” She kisses me gently, and I shake my head.
“Not really.” I wrap my arms around him and he flips me over, grinding against me, but he doesn’t slide inside.
“Dimitri and I vere pretty rough last night… and Nadya’s sadistic side came out more zhan usual.”
“I’m fine, seriously. I like it rough,” I moan, enjoying all of his kisses, but then I pause, looking up at him. “Oh?! B-but… uhm… have you been hearing that rustling and scratching outside the door at night since I moved to your room?” I frown and he smirks, shaking his head.
“Nyet, I haven’t heard a zhing.”
“Oh damn… maybe it’s just me.” I want to suggest it’s rats, but I don’t want to offend him so I just keep my mouth shut, hoping I’m just tripping.
Our kisses deepen as I run my hand down his chiseled body, gripping his dick, humming.
“M-Misha.” I break the kiss, heart pounding from how much I want him.
“You vant it, Pechenye?”
“Da. I want it Master,” I answer in Russian, panting and he flips me over, grasping my hips.
“Take vhatever you vant, sveet one. You own your Master, so it’s yours to take.”
“M-mine to take?” I wheeze, swallowing in awe of him.
“Do you still question my desire for you?” He frowns when I don’t answer. “Hov can you vhen zhis is hard because of you?” he grits out, dick pulsing in my hand, but I just eye him.
“It’s notthis…” I pause and squeeze my hand, making him hiss. “I’m thinking about, Master.” I lean down, kissing his forehead, making him go still. “It’sthisthat I truly want, and…” I kiss down further, heart racing with I kiss above his chest… “And th-this.” I stroke his dick, not looking in his eyes.
“I see… you really are a greedy girl.” He reaches down, cupping my chin, forcing me to look up at him, and I want to look away so bad. Misha makes me nervous… he makes me want things I shouldn’t.How can a man feel so perfect for me, but I can’t make him mine?
“I am greedy, but you know that already, Misha.” I run my tongue over his nipple, sucking, and he smirks.
“I do know zhat, and it pleases me immensely.” He lifts me, and I hold up his dick as he slowly glides me down on that monster, stretching me the fuck out.
“UGHNNNNN!” I shiver, feeling even more full of him, but I don’t take my eyes off him… I can’t. “Th-then give me what I w-want Master,” I stammer, and he snorts, lifting me back up ever so slowly like he always does when it’s just him and I, then gliding me down on him, making me ache so bad.
“Vho says you don’t already have it, Constance?”My Heart. I love this man.There are no if, ands, nor buts about it. I want him so foolishly, I think my dumb ass will do anything to have and keep him…and that scares me.
This recklessness that Misha makes me feel never winds up being good for me. It happened back with Dren, it broke my heart with Alik, and with Misha… the cards are already stacked against us, and I don’t even have a hand to play the game.
Still, in his arms whether it be with others around or just the two of us… Iyearnfor this man even more than I yearn for what I had with Alik. Misha feels like a Master lock to my soul. Simply having him next to me makes me feel like I can have anything and do whatever.
I shouldn’t… I really fucking shouldn’t, but as he grinds into me, taking my lips into a kiss, filling me up wholly, I lose myself in him.
“Fuck, Pechenye… you feel so good.” He grits out. “Take everyzhing from your Master. You own all of me. Take vhatever you vant.” He slams me down slowly, making me lose my breath rocking against him. I shake, eyes desperately wanting roll to the back of my head, but I don’t want to take my eyes off him.
